fifty-nine

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Mmm, in the middle of the night, Delysia gets up craving a nice cold glass of water. In her sleepy state, she walks toward where her desk normally is, wishing for a chilled glass. Not only does she find herself in the bathroom, there is also no glass in her hand. That's odd. Usually the ghosts are rather prompt!

No matter. She'll just fill a small cup in the faucet, take her drink, and then wander back toward the bed.

Obviously Jun is fast asleep, and she'll do her best not to wake her. She will, however, crawl into bed very carefully, and wrap her arms around the sleeping form, cuddling close.

...

Her eyes pop open. That... is not Jun. She quickly pulls herself out from the bed and shrieks loudly, ripping the covers off the bed. The journal captures that shriek and her high-pitched shrilling.]

GET OUT OF MY BED!

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[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[He was having a good dream before this! Something about sailing with his friends and that weird curry Sheena used to make.

But then someone is TOUCHING HIM and there's SCREAMING and WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BLANKETS GO. He groans and rolls over, rubbing at his eyes blearily.]

Man, what--....

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[-- PINGED BY STRANGE WOMAN WAIT.]

Wha....

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[he RECOILS. Sits up and drags himself to the other side of the bed fjaklsgjdlk;ajglkds;agjagdsahg]

Wh--... Who the HELL are you?!

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[HE'S MAD? SHE'S FURIOUS. WHERE IS JUNBUG.]

I should ask you the very same thing! Sneaking into a girl's bed in the middle of the night like that!

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

What-- I didn't sneak into anything! This is my room!

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[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

That's ridiculous! This is my room! [She leans over to switch on a bedside lamp.] Why don't you take a look for yourself and--

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she takes a look around, all right.]

What-- What's going on?! This isn't my room!

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[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

See? I told you, it's--....

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[... and he's actually getting a good look at it, too.]

-- Wait, wait, what the heck is going on?! This isn't my room either!

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

Well then whose room is it? [She paces a bit, looking around. Nothing is at all familiar, save for the two cats of hers huddled in the corner.]

And where's Jun?

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

How am I supposed to know? I went to bed in my room last night.

[Yeah, he's grumpy. He sits where he is on the bed and watches her, running a hand roughly through his hair. THERE IS SOMETHING NAGGINGLY FAMILIAR ABOUT HER.]

And Jun's room is across the hall. ... Or, well, it should be. What's that got to do with anything?

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

It's got everything to do with everything! I went to sleep with Jun right beside me, and now I wake up in bed with you!

Not that I don't think you're a charming young man, but I don't understand how this all happened! [Think, think...] A loss. It's a loss! That's it. Of course, that's it! That's it, isn't it?

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not my room, it's not your room, and I'm pretty sure I don't sleep walk or anything. The castle's got to be doing something.

This'd be one really random loss, though.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She's reaching for her robe--where is her robe? Fine, she'll settle for the pile of blankets at her feet, pulling them up and over herself. It looks like they know as much as the other does.]

Well. If we're going on a loss together, and I can't see why, what's your name?

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

-- It's Lloyd. Lloyd Irving.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She's seen that name somewhere...]

Oh! You're the neighbor across the hall. I'm Delysia Lafosse. I live with Jun. You two are friends, aren't you?

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we are. [can't figure out if that makes it more or less awkward.] ... I think I've seen you around a couple times.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

Well. I suppose I am quite a figure around the castle. And I'm a singer at Caritas, too. [tilts her head] Though I can't quite tell if you're old enough to set foot inside a bar.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

I could go if I wanted! [Only because he doesn't actually know how old he's supposed to be.] I just don't. The stuff they serve in those places is gross.

[... he's only ever been to the Deathmatch.]

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Giggles, because if he thinks the alcohol they serve in bars is "gross," he's probably not old enough to be in one. But she won't say anything!]

I wonder how long we'll be stuck this way... Or if it's happened to anyone else. [Someone could be cuddling her girlfriend right now! D:]

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

... No offense, but whatever it is, I really hope it's over soon.

[THERE IS KIND OF ONLY ONE BED.]

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, the bed thing. Delysia hasn't forgotten about that.]

In the meantime, we should probably sort out... sleeping arrangements.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

-- Uh, right.

[There's an AWKWARD PAUSE while he debates with himself. IT'S A COMFY BED, OKAY.]

I can... sleep on the floor or something if you want me to. I guess.

[misslafosse.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want to share, but now she feels bad!]

I suppose we could share it, but you would have to promise to keep your hands to yourself.

[simpledoes.livejournal.com]

[He holds his hands up defensively.]

Yeah, yeah. I promise.